I don't know if we're ready.

I look at us practising every morning and I'm not certain, but I suppose we must keep moving forward and fight with everything that we have. Some of these vigilantes are well trained, like Moody and Patty, and some aren't much more than children. And it feels odd because I know they are not much younger than myself, and certainly this year has had opportunity to age them, but still, they have not been through Auror training.

Then again, maybe raw experience is as useful as any Auror training - who am I to say?

In truth I am grateful for them. There are too few of us in Albion to really truly carry on in much more than a guerilla sort of way and I am uncertain that will win the war. So we throw our lots in together and we see what will come of it.

And with any luck we will have a few more days or so to practise. If not, then I suppose we just do what we've always done - we keep on.

It's hard to think that it's not even been a year since Gawain and I went on our first date. It seems like lifetimes ago really. And things seemed so normal then and it was just an afternoon in London and then we were in the middle of the wilderness and fighting. But I've come to depend on him in ways I couldn't have even thought possible, and it seems odd to consider going back to a situation where I wasn't living with him and didn't see him every night. Do such circumstances always push you into this knowing of someone that's more than you would have ever thought possible?

I just hope that this can be the end. That sounds so final - as if I don't want to be here tomorrow, and that's not it at all. But I look at the photos the Quibbler published and they're horrible. My memories of the riots at Tinworth do not even hold a candle to those and they were bad enough. But when you put werewolves in charge of crowd control, what could you expect?

What I would really like to know, is A) what the hell Moody thinks we Albionites have been doing all this time or maybe he hasn't noticed that we have been training, or at least I have, practically every moment I've not been putting up defences for the castle? and B) when the hell we became part of his merry group of Defence Against the Dark Arts Class: the University years.

I don't need to be herded like a pack of Merlin damned sheep maybe the amateurs do but

I am so ready for my office job again

Can you please explain to me

Set the alarm for three thirty? I'm thinking we should go to bed right after dinner even though I was using that time for pracising

All right, so probably none of you know Florence Hall. She and I were friends from way before, and she's not a Purist, but she's been talking very positively towards the new government, and a while back she wouldn't answer me when I warded to her - and she's been talking favourably about the Rehabilitation Centre and I think they got to her somehow.

So, I told her I'd send transcripts from the WWN. Originally I was thinking that I should just send her the Resistance Radio information - but now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder if there wouldn't be some way to send something not quite so obviously us, if that makes any sense. I'm afraid if I just send her those she'll out right throw them out, but if I sent something that sounded more like what the Purist would expect with a bit more truth laced in, she might still pay attention.



And it might be a bad idea, but I thought I'd ask for ideas.

Tomorrow. Are you still coming with me?

I'm going to go check on my father. It's been too long and I need to know.

I never thought being a conspiracy theorist could be so enjoyable. Do you think the posters will make people think at least?

Have we heard anything from Gina at all?

It doesn't surprise me much that the Death Eaters would Imperius the Wizengamot. Of course they would, and we were all fools if we didn't think they would find and utilize some loophole like that. Oh, no doubt any 'investigation' will show that it was something different - or perhaps they will blame it once again on Foreign terrorists, or even someone Imperius-ing him to say that there were Death Eaters imperiusing the Wizengamot. But, even so, we may have accomplished nothing.

Perhaps even if we accomplish nothing we have to simply keep fighting. We're fighting for England, because it's my home as much as theirs, more than perhaps because I love the entirety of it, Muggleborn or otherwise. Perhaps I'm destined to spend the rest of my life in wood barracks, and never see my father again, never see any of my friends again. And I'm thankful for Gawain, so thankful, but I almost wish that we'd left and gone to France before all of this really began.

I'm not afraid of hard work, and I do not believe that the current Britain is just, but I'm afraid that what we're doing will not be able to right it.

And I miss my father.

I'm near desperate for chocolate.

Is there any possible way we could give these women journals? With stipulations of course - obviously they can't ward without their wands, and we could perhaps take some precaution so that they could not read under wards either? And if they write anything incendiary, or otherwise out of line, it could be taken away again.

They are so restless, I'm thinking it might give them something to occupy their time and make them generally happier and easier to deal with.

Rufus is injured. We have actual Death Eaters. We have cut off women's fingers. I can't think fast enough to keep up with everything. I feel as if the only thing I can do is push it all to the side and just keep doing everything that I'm supposed to be doing, but I'm worried. I don't. It was one thing to take Lavinia Travers. And. Maybe it shouldn't be different, but it felt different. This feels different. And I don't like it.

Is anyone else worried about Pepper? He He wasn't even making sense last night. I don't know if a spell hit him during battle, but he it was like he couldn't put complete sentences or thoughts together. Is there a healer that could look at him, maybe?

And I know this isn't maybe a priority but

Did I or did I not say that we should treat the women as fairly as possible, that they'll put the worst possible spin on a situation, that we shouldn't add any fuel to that fire?

I know there's nothing different about them than there was about Agnes O'Hare, or McKinnon's family, or frankly any other person that their husbands, and brothers, and fathers, and fiancés have killed in this war. Those people didn't deserve it any more than these ladies deserve it, but I feel like we ought to have the Moral high ground. We ought to be better than them, and maybe we still are. Maybe this is just what we have to do to get there.



I've never been so thankful my brother left the country years ago.

Apparently Rufus things I can pull off a 'proper lady' with ease. What do you say handsome gentleman? (Oh, and I'll need to be moving out of your room, because a 'proper lady' cannot spend any time alone with a gentleman lest her virtue get soiled(!)

So when do we want to do this?

I.

Ugh.

Just. Ugh.


I miss my Father.

How would you feel if I went out to visit my father sometime soon? I know it's dangerous, and I know I probably shouldn't risk it, but I miss him.

There was some sticking at the bottom, but the potion is stirred and I'm keeping an eye on it. I suppose Rufus must think the leak travelled with us doesn't he?

I need something to do. Let's get Jo back.

Aloysius mentioned that he'd spoken to you some and I have a follow-up question as we're preparing. I know we've taken some potions supplies - do we have what's needed to make polyjuice potion if we decided to go that route?

Catalina Cliodna Proudfoot worrying never did anyone a speck of good. Not even a little bit of good. Action is the only thing that's going to protect Jo right now. But, honestly that Travers git? he'll turn her into a brainless, mindless nobody if we're not careful. We've got to get her out.

What do we have in the way of potions supplies? Or would there be some place I can see what we have?

I need someone who knows a lot about St Mungo's and doesn't have a great deal of fondness for the current Ministry. Am I very right in saying you're the person I need to talk to?

First Millicent, now Jo. I can't even imagine - I feel like I should do something for Pepper, but I don't know what it would be. How do you even begin to share someone else's pain? Particularly someone like Pepper, who just -

Aloysius has knowledge of wards, and if he's right, then Jo is probably still alive. It might have been a stupid thing to do - but nobody deserves.

Oh. My thoughts are just all over the place and I can't seem to actually put any of them into any form that makes sense. That's not helpful.

Where are you?